Old Scratch came knockin' on my front door,
left a burn on the paint
where he'd knocked many times before.
I've seen him walkin' round my place at night,
but I've never seen a sign of him
walkin' in the broad daylight.
In a world where there ain't no reason,
it's like I'm living in a witchin' season.
I hear the wild dogs howlin' in the dark.
Wheels are turnin',
my soul is burnin'.
I can't fight this alone.
(Can't fight this alone).
The air I'm breathin'
tastes like darkness.
Are the righteous all gone?
Storm clouds are growin',
north wind blows cold.
If the circle is broken,
doesn't matter how the bones are rolled.
You'll come up empty
in a loveless land.
All your choices will be over
just the minute that you take his hand.
in a time where there is no balance,
where there's nothing but deceit and malice,
you look around and you find
you've lost your way.
Wheels are turnin',
fires are burnin' (oh, burnin').
No way to fight this alone.
Air you're breathin'
tastes like darkness (tastes like darkness).
Are the righteous all gone?
There's a bloodshot sunrise
from a dirty sky.
All the prophets and the liars
gonna talk until the well runs dry.
Old Scratch keeps laughin'
at the fools he's made
and he's gonna keep knockin'
till there ain't a soul left to save.
I'm in a world where there ain't no reason,
it's like we're living in a witchin' season.
Hear the people cryin' in the dark.
Wheels are turnin',
fires are burnin'.
We can't fight this alone.
(Can't fight this alone).
Air we're breathin'
tastes like darkness (like darkness).
Are the righteous all gone?
Old Scratch come a-knockin'.